Abigail
I was cock-drunk.
There was no other word for it. I knelt on the floor of the arena, my throat thoroughly ravaged and fucked. Spit and precum coated my chin, my chest, dripping on my ruined dress.
Finnegan was a fucking beast. He hovered above me, looking every bit as calm if not for the slight rise and fall of his chest, and the way his entire body had spasmed when he flooded my mouth with his cum, I would have thought he was made of fucking stone.
"Now." Those green eyes burned down at me. "Watch how a real man fucks you."
Yes, I thought, my thighs clenching, my sopping cunt clenching. Yes, finally, give me that cock, stuff me full, wreck me properly.
He pushed me onto my back on the floor and a breathless giggle left my lips. "Ooh this is new. A real man can't afford to fuck me properly in a bed?"
